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mommy
Legacy Name: mommy

The

Nostalgic Wyllop
Owner: toilet

Age: 10 years, 2 months, 2 weeks

Born: January 1st, 2016

Adopted: 10 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: January 1st, 2016

Statistics

Level: 37
Strength: 89
Defense: 76
Speed: 23
Health: 24
HP: 10/24
Intelligence: 323
Books Read: 317
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Professional Paint Palette Producer

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“A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s."

About

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growing up, both of my parents had emerced themselves into their hobbies. my father more so than my mother, the reason as to why which was obvious to me of course. my father was diagnosed with cancer when i was very little, i cant remember a time before that. he had some rare type of spinal cancer, where there was a tumor growing on his back and they cut it and removed it but after that it left his right leg paralyzed. he walked with a limp, and completely told the doctors there were not to cut off his leg. my mother was the breadwinner of us four (well five including my father) children. me, my twin sister and two younger brothers. my mom was my hero. my father had his train room, his rocket room, his wood shop room, in the basement...which included a science lab. and actually most of the basement hoard was his too. he made so many things, a bowling alley made completely out of wood, was my favorite. including the balls and pins, and he used different types of wood for the balls so they were different weights too. i thought he was something special. looking back on that type of perfection after his death many years later brings smiles to my face. but theres also another place in our house that does the same. and it has a transcendent smell. my mothers sewing room.-profile, click on odd shaped door-brings to next page.

wise words from a mom

• the house isnt cleaned until a candle is lit
• those who work in the kitchen get the best rewards
• dont take a shower in a lightning storm, or you'll get electrocuted
• keep making that ugly face, and it will get stuck

make a scrapbook scene looking profile

i cant explain the smell i guess to someone who has never smelled it. i guess its a mix between joann fabrics, micheals, and a must that only my nose is adapted to. it smells like home, love, holidays, late nights. it smells like what my moms creations smell like. little crocheted and knitted dolls, Halloween costumes, and hand made clothing. i loved sitting upstairs in there with her, looking at all her art supplies. fabrics galore. little doodads.. knickknacks... sewing magazines, needles, paints... of course yarn.. but there was two lovely sewing tables. one industrial sized one that when turned on, roared through the house. and a smaller vintage one that folds into a lovely table, you wouldnt even be aware theres a sewing machine inside. that one would become mine later, but at that age it was only a dream that i would own such a beautiful piece of furniture. i would sit up there in that hot, small, oddly shaped room with the ceiling at an odd angle, sweating because the air conditioner wasnt very efficent up there, or maybe it was because the room was so filled with love and stuff that having more than one person up there at a time was just too much hahaha
thought the room remains its much emptier than it was when i was a child. the smell still lingers. the vintage sewing table in the basement now after its been moved out, into a new apartment with my fiancé (at the time) and now back home secrecy with me after ive left him to pursue a life of freedom. that room resembles my childhood, a life built on family and good ole' home made items.
i guess this is where i get my love of the arts from. my mom a painter, crafts woman, sewer, knitter, crocheter, wonderfully talented woman i am envious of. my father a lover of science and space. combined to create me. someone who is unsure of who they are and not particularly good at anything because i lack the patience to bring any project to full term because it wont be good enough. i like collecting stuff though, secretly hoarding like my father who couldn't leave a room unfilled with every passionate hobby you've had a itch to start but never finish. perfection is what my mom was. perfection i aspire to be.

include childhood pictures on the room -flipping through home made costumes my mom made, like a scrapbook.